Page 96 of Oblivion

“The whole breeding thing. It’s just a fun bedroom game.”

“Is it?” he asks, his tone dark and determined, and I have no idea what that means.

“Evan be serious. I’m nineteen, and I have an IUD. It’s just a kink. You’re not actually fucking breeding me. Plus, breeding is what animals do. Humans make babies.”

“I doubt you begging me tomake a babywould sound anywhere near as depraved and filthy as you begging me to fuck your breeding hole and fill it with my cum.” He deadpans.

“Evan, don’t be an asshole.”

“Then stop provoking me,” he snarls, his eyes narrowing as his gaze slowly drops between my thighs. “The plug stays in until I take it out.”

Pushing upright, I rip myself out of his hold and stomp around to my door, throwing it open and slipping into my seat. Pointedly ignoring him, I slam the door closed, cross my arms, and turn my head, not even glancing at him as he slips into the driver’s seat beside me.

“Sammy,” he says, making my name a warning that I choose to ignore.

“Fuck. Off,” I hiss.

“Sammy.”

“I’m wearing the fucking plug, Evan.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not happy with this fucking attitude from you before we see your parents. Do you need me to fuck you again?”

“No,” I shriek. “Right now, I think I’d be happy never to fuck you ever again.”

“You don’t mean that. Your cunt gets greedy for me after an hour. You’d be begging me for cock after a day.”

“Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is?” I barb, feeling a devious gleam light up my eyes as I slowly turn to look at him.

“What do you need money for?” His brow furrows like he’s worried.

“Not actual money. But time. We don’t have sex again until one of us begs. The first one to crack loses,” I suggest, arching my brows tauntingly.

“And what would you get if you win?”

“Six months to plan the wedding.”

“No.” He laughs. Reaching over, he pushes his hand between my thighs and toys with the base of the plug.

“Why not? Are you worried you’d lose?” I ask, mockingly.

“I know I’d lose. My dick wants back inside of you already, and the feeling will only intensify with every moment until I’m inside of you again. I have zero interest in making a bet that’ll stop me from fucking you.”

I’m mad, and frustrated, and annoyed that he’s refusing to play along with a bet that I know I’ll win. But I can’t help the warmth that fills me at his admission that he wouldn’t cope if I were to refuse him access to my body.

“Urgh, why do you have to be so sweet when you’re behaving like an asshole,” I whine, huffing as I turn my head to look out the window again.

The sound of his amused laughter fills the car as he pulls off the dirt track and back onto the main road.

Thirty minutes later, he slows to a stop on the street opposite the hotel.

“Aren’t you going to use the valet?” I ask.

“In a minute. Spread your legs.”

“Evan, we’re on the street.”

“Then you should hurry up,” he says, his lips pressed together in a firm line.

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